The bright and charming Ling Bingyun pouted, saying dismissively,
"Fighting to the death over a phony? Have they lost their minds?"
"Besides us, no one knows he's a phony right now."
Tang Qiu Yao beamed. "Whatever schemes and plots those fiends are hatching, I just hope this free-for-all doesn't end too soon!"
First, there was the conflict in the Yuzhou Cultivation Realm, and now an even larger-scale war has erupted over in Shunzhou. In any case, the attention of the higher-ups of every significant power on the Qingyao Continent has been drawn away.
Once they descend into utter chaos, the Ling Family can naturally lay low and develop in peace, accumulating strength bit by bit for future advancement.
The sweet and lovely Ling Zhiqing, with her long, elegant legs, whispered, "If all the factions eventually find out the Child of Destiny is a phony and that they've been wasting their time, I wonder how it will all end?"
"How will it end? It's none of our business, anyway!"
